Name: Nettle

Age: Appears to be in her early twenties, but true age is unknown even to her.

Species: Simulacrum Human

Height: 5'9"

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History

She doesn’t know who made her. She doesn’t know why she was made. All she knows is that she was made.

She had awoken alone, laying on a cold metal table housed in a crowded cabin that had been turned into a lab. The interior was a mess, tables flipped, chairs broken, potions spilt. She knew how to read, she knew how to speak, she knew how to sew and some other things. She longed to know so much more. Thus she had taken to collecting the books carelessly thrown around the cabin, savouring all any knowledge she could get her hands on.

After learning everything she could in that small lab she left to the outside. She had quickly learned what made her different from what she deems the “real people”, quickly growing a deep fascination with other humanoid beings.

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Extra

She has been called weird, unnerving, disconnected, she doesn't mind. She is rather bad at subtlety although why would she delay gaining precious knowledge with such things.

Ironically she is horrible at communicating with the people she longs to be closer to, although she is completely unaware of this fact, she actually thinks she is quite good at socialising.

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